Sehnsucht.

longing

The writer who cannot write

becomes deeply possessed…..

                                   Nina Tai Ling

The pine

top heavy and hushing the sun

leans over my fence.

 

Beset with birds and the brittle feel

of bark — it struggles to find

a sense of balance. Needles drop

 

in the desert heat

and I stand under the shade

feeling off-kilter like this tree. Something strange

 

yet intimate

drags her shadow up and down

the narrow stairs of my spine — restless for a  story,

 

an inexhaustible

strain of longing that haunts

a woman who has no where

and everywhere to go,

 

who at the end of summer,

longs for some green space

and light pen strokes of rain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

10 comments

  1. no where

    and everywhere to go, This blew me away – i;m working on a “Sehnsucht” – I like yours.

    thanks – craig

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    • Hi Craig

      Yeah, I kind of feel that when writer’s block sets in, and it has for me over a prolonged period of time this Summer, the writer is stuck in a place that seems empty with no where to go creatively but at the same time if she or he can connect to an idea or be inspired, the possibilities open up to everywhere. Thanks so much for reading my poem and sharing your thoughts. I sincerely appreciate it!

      My Best
      Wendy

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  2. Ah Wendy,

    Perfection !

    How grand it is to find your poem…a signature piece!

    “a woman who has no where
    and everywhere to go,

    who at the end of summer,
    longs for some green space
    and light pen strokes of rain.”

    I cannot read those lines without feeling a hunger well up inside me.

    Wonderful!

    BTW Shall we celebrate the test and its outcome? You’ve been on my mind.

    Sarah

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    • Hi Sarah

      First, yes the test went fine and I am very relieved. Well be writing you a personal e-mail about that and some other news later today. But your prayers and concern have been so deeply appreciated.

      Secondly, Thanks so much for this wonderful commentary on my poem. Came across the German word ,Sehnsucht.” on Myth and Moor Blogsite, where its concept was discussed in the process of writing stories. It’s initially one of those words that cannot be translated into English but the concept can be interpreted as a sense of profound longing, a pining for something that is inexhaustible or inconsolable, it is almost like a spirit of wistfulness that possesses the human spirit. When I cannot write, I am in a deep void and the need, the longing to be inspired, to receive a story is tremendous, it goes bone deep with me. Anyway, that was the motivation for this particular piece. So glad you enjoyed it.

      Again many thanks!
      My Best always,
      Wendy

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  3. “an inexhaustible
    strain of longing that haunts
    a woman who has no where
    and everywhere to go”

    A woman who has everywhere to go
    brought to mind, the writer,
    who has everywhere to go.

    And you always take the reader with you. : )

    Love those pen strokes of rain
    in the desert, as well.

    Enjoyed reading.
    take care,
    Kerri

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  4. HI Kerri

    So good hearing from you!! Glad you enjoyed this poem and deeply appreciated your lovely comments. They mean alot! Just coming our of a writer’s drought myself while hoping the exhaustive heat and dry weather in the high desert, here, will cool off with some lower temps. Hope all is well with you and yours!!

    Please take care,
    My best always
    Wendy

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  5. Wendy, I hope your pine tree is all right. One of ours began dropping lots of needles and eventually died. The other pine, planted at the same time, is still going strong.

    I like the way you tied the desert, the writing drought, and the hope of rain all together.

    When I first got back online early this year, after getting all the poems I had stored in my mind onto a screen, I was at a bit of a loss for what to write next. I started putting together a booklet with my new poems and some of my older ones. Three things started happening. First, some of my older poems with which I wasn’t really satisfied got a thorough rewrite. Second, going through those gave me ideas for new poems. Third, when I would have white space at the bottom of the page and couldn’t find an older poem of the right size, I would write something new to fill the space. That was why a lot of my posts for a while were haiku, tanka, Cinquain, and butterfly Cinquain. It actually took me some time to realize I was no longer “dry” and could tackle something longer.

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  6. Hi Michael

    Yes, the pine tree is still standing and doing okay but thank you for asking. Also, thank you so much for your comment on my poem and sharing your thought process regarding inspiration for poems. I can appreciate your journey as I also go through old poems and review and re-write them. It does give new perspective and an incentive to write other things. One idea often branches into another. And the flow continues from that point.

    Again thanks so much
    My best,
    wendy

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